By now I'm sure everyone has seen the Awesomest Thing On The Internets: Wired Magazine's Very Short Stories. ("Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time" --Alan Moore)
It's easy to write okay-to-pretty-good ones:
They just have to be you. And very short.
It's easy to write okay-to-pretty-good ones:
This book didn't change your life.So, tell me a story, or two, or three. They don't have to be amazingly brilliant, secrets of Art in six words or anything; they just have to make me smile, or blink, or catch my breath.
"If that's not your left arm . . ."
Sobbing, he pressed the DELETE key.
They just have to be you. And very short.
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Date: 2006-10-26 03:11 am (UTC)First, the "my life in a nutshell" trilogy:
I failed to reach my potential.
It was because of crippling depression.
I'm worried it'll happen ad infinitum.
I loved her, but said nothing.
It was dumb. I knew. Damn.
Nothing I control seems to matter.
I look back, and mostly regret.
It seems funnier now than then.
Little copper-smelling droplets establish my control.
Should be doing something else now.
Will continue procrastinating with these later.